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Mommy's Worried About Your Weight
Chapter 10
The delicious smelling food reinvigorates your appetite giving you a second wind. Everything tastes divine! You can’t stop shoveling bite after bite of these calorie laden desserts into your greedy maw. You’ve never eaten like this before. It’s as if you’re possessed and not in control of yourself. You don’t think that you could stop even if you truly wanted to.
A massive belch erupts forth from your crumble covered lips. The sudden relief in your overfilled stomach only drives you to eat even more. Your pudgy fingers grasp an éclair and you stuff it into your mouth in two big bites. The cream gushes all over your tongue. You try not to gag as the delightful rich taste summons a moan while you’re trying to chew. Tarts that should be 2-3 bites you greedily shove into your mouth whole. Stuffing yourself like this makes you feel like a proper pig.
As you feel your growing arousal against the chastity belt it fuels your feeding frenzy. The screen begins to flash EAT TO CUM on repeat. Something about the way the screen is flashing makes you want to eat even more. You’re too far gone at this point for self preservation. Any thoughts that you’re eating far too much for what your body can withstand have been pushed to the wayside. All that matters now is all of this delicious food! You moan around another handful of cake. Your face, chest, and belly are completely covered in smeared food and crumbs.
As if able to read your thoughts a side panel slides up revealing a full length mirror. You’re quite the sight to take in. Your softened chest sagging down to the sides of your engorged gut. An ever growing slab of fat that rests heavily upon your fattened thighs. Your whole upper half is completely covered in the remnants of your glut. Looking upon yourself like this it strikes you that you now look more like a pig than a human. That makes you so very horny.
Squealing with delight at your fattened form you resume your feast. Cakes, pies, cookies, brownies, eclairs, and other pastries all being crammed down your gob. Finishing off the last bites of a Black Forest Cake you attempt to catch your breath. You can’t. Your unrestrained gluttony has your overfilled stomach pushing against your lungs. How full you are hits you in that moment. Your poor overfilled stomach feels like it’s about to burst. You try and fail to rub your engorged gut. Your arm falling uselessly to your blubbery side. You feel your senses start to dull as a post glut stupor sets in.
You’ve never felt so horny and so full in your life. Your body aches for release. You need to cum. You know what you want to say but as you say it, it comes out as an incoherent series of moans. Please, you whimper. Please… let… me… … cum… you manage through raspy breaths.
As you look up you see the screen still flashing EAT TO CUM. Please, you whimper again. I’m… so… full… I can’t… eat… any… more. The words are barely comprehensible between heavy breaths. You notice that a line appears under each word EAT TO CUM. I… can’t, you whine. You try to raise your arm up to the table but you’re unable to. Your whole body feels too heavy to move. It’s as if you’ve been pinned down by your own gluttony. Is this what it’s going to be like to be immobile? The thought of immobility frightens and excites you.
You’re so very tired. Your body feels like it weighs at least double what it actually does. What do you do?
